Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

The wind around her grew stronger, whipping up pebbles and withered grass from the roadside, making them swirl in the air. Chu Yun stood still, as if some invisible force was pulling her forward.

Chu Yun glanced at Mo Xing, who stood motionless to the side with his hands clasped together, and her eyes flickered slightly.

Qingshan Temple is detached from worldly affairs and never interferes in the conflicts between martial arts sects. Judging from Mo Xing's attitude, it's impossible to rely on him, so Chu Yun has no choice but to make other plans.

Holding the whip in her right hand and reaching for the hidden weapon at her waist with her left, she stopped struggling, pretended to be unable to support herself, and let herself be pulled forward by an invisible force.

Since Gu Yunzhu dared to lay a hand on her, he should learn to bear the consequences.

Chu Yun picked up the silver needle with her fingertips, about to make a move, when suddenly a brighter golden light flashed by, and Mo Xing, who had been watching from the sidelines, actually moved!

He clenched his left fist and placed it on his chest, extending only his right fist. He flew into the air like an arrow and then fell back down, his target being Gu Yunzhu. At this moment, he changed his right fist into a palm, and this palm, carrying an overwhelming momentum, struck Gu Yunzhu.

Gu Yunzhu had also opened her eyes, and the sword that was originally aimed at Chu Yun was turned around and pointed directly at Mo Xing in the sky.

With palms against swords, time seemed to rewind to three years ago, to the day of their first duel.

Back then, they were just like they are today, with the Gu family's sword technique facing off against the Vajra Palm of Qingshan Temple.

Three years ago, Gu Yunzhu narrowly lost. Three years later, the two will fight again. It is still unknown who will emerge victorious.

The two fought with all their might. Chu Yun dared not rush forward. At first, she could still see their figures clearly, but as the distance between them got closer and closer, the light emanating from them became more and more dazzling, until finally the platinum-gold light completely covered them.

At the moment when the light was at its most dazzling, Chu Yun heard a loud bang, and the solid ground beneath her feet suddenly collapsed, sending countless pebbles flying from the source of the light, filling the air with dust.

Chu Yun choked and coughed uncontrollably. She instinctively reached out to fend off the pebbles that kept flying around her. Several sharp pebbles hit her arm, causing a sharp pain.

The residual force of their confrontation was so powerful that it's not hard to imagine the terrifying dangers they faced at the eye of the storm.

Chu Yun looked closely, but couldn't make out the two figures amidst the swirling dust. All she heard was a maniacal laugh.

It was Gu Yunzhu's voice.

"Impossible, how could I possibly lose?" The shocked and sharp voice, coupled with the manic laughter, made people worry about Gu Yunzhu's mental state. After saying this, he burst into a heart-wrenching cough.

Compared to Gu Yunzhu's madness, Mo Xing was much calmer.

"You lost." He said those three simple words with a nonchalant air, as if winning against Gu Yunzhu was something he had expected all along and was not surprised at all.

Mo Xing's actions undoubtedly hurt Gu Yunzhu even more, and he let out a roar, filled with pain and despair.

As the dust settled, Chu Yun was finally able to see the scene before her clearly.

Mo Xing stood firmly on the ground with his hands clasped together, his face expressionless. Gu Yunzhu knelt on one knee, blood stained at the corner of his mouth. The sword stuck in the ground supported him from falling. Not far from his feet was half a broken sword.

His sword had broken!

He himself was also seriously injured.

It seems that even after three years, he is still no match for Mo Xing.

This result not only shocked Chu Yun, but also drove Gu Yunzhu completely mad.

Three years ago, he narrowly lost, but he turned his grief and anger into motivation and locked himself in a secret room to train hard. For three years, he did not slack off at all, but in the end he was still defeated by Mo Xing. This was something that Gu Yunzhu could not accept no matter what.

While the result was surprising, it wasn't entirely without reason. Gu Yunzhu had been working behind closed doors, and although his cultivation had improved over many years, his practical experience was lacking. In addition, his desire to avenge his previous defeat was too strong, which ultimately led to his inferior performance.

He didn't lose out in this defeat.

Everyone understands the principle, but when failure actually comes, few people can face setbacks head-on.

Gu Yunzhu's eyes were red, her fighting spirit completely gone. Now, looking at Mo Xing, she felt not only resentment but also a deep fear, a fear that welled up from the bottom of her heart and was difficult to suppress.

Facing her opponent, what rose in her heart was not an indomitable fighting spirit, but a deep-seated fear. She knew that this person would hardly make any further progress in martial arts. Gu Yunzhu knew this well, and felt even more desolate.

He struggled to his feet, propped up by half a short sword, and pulled the broken sword, which was buried deep in the ground. Suddenly, he looked up at the sky and laughed, even laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Three years of arduous training, and I've ended up like this? What's the point of practicing this sword anymore?" He casually tossed the broken sword aside, then turned around blankly as if he had lost his soul, and drifted away like a lost ghost.

The sword, broken in two, was stacked back together, beyond repair, just like Gu Yunzhu's vanished pride and confidence.

Chu Yun came to her senses and took a few steps forward.

"No need to chase after her." Mo Xing suddenly spoke when he heard the noise, only to find that Chu Yun was walking straight towards him.

"I didn't intend to pursue her," Chu Yun replied.

Gu Yunzhu has a special identity. If he were to die at her hands, the entire martial arts world would be in turmoil. Moreover, he has been defeated by Mo Xing again, and his mind and spirit are both injured. Chu Yun would not take advantage of his misfortune.

"How are you?" Chu Yun asked Mo Xing.

Gu Yunzhu is quite strong, and even if Mo Xing wins, it won't be an easy victory.

Looking into Chu Yun's concerned eyes, Mo Xing smiled faintly, then coughed up a mouthful of blood right under Chu Yun's nose.

Blood stained his fair face, and he seemed to have completely lost his strength, falling backward. If Chu Yun hadn't caught him in time, Mo Xing would probably have fallen hard to the ground.

His body was very cold. Even through his clothes, Chu Yun could feel the extreme chill emanating from him. The bone-chilling cold made Chu Yun shiver.

A thin layer of ice crystals appeared on his face, and his lips were deathly pale. Even though it wasn't snowing, it seemed as if a snowfall had fallen on him alone, covering his entire body.

Mo Xing leaned against Chu Yun's chest, slowly sinking into darkness, his consciousness fading into chaos.

Before losing consciousness, only one thought flashed through his mind: if I were to die here, it would be a perfect ending.

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The fire raged, turning the entire space orange.

When Mo Xing regained consciousness, the first thing he saw was a sky filled with a dim, yellowish light.

A fire broke out beside him, the flames leaping and the heat surging, dispelling the chill rising within him.

Mo Xing turned his eyes slightly and saw where he was. It was a cave, not a large space. The entrance to the cave was haphazardly blocked with dry branches, and a few wisps of cold wind blew in from between the branches.

Through the crack, Mo Xing could barely see the extremely dark sky outside.

He shifted his body and felt a softness on his back. Surprised, he looked up and saw Chu Yun's sleeping face.

The girl leaned against the mountain wall, her long, curled eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow beneath her eyes. Her sleeping posture was adorable and serene. The flickering firelight cast a soft glow on her fair face, making her look like a painting hanging on the wall, incredibly beautiful.

Mo Xing stood frozen in place, staring intently at Chu Yun.